Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

A/N: Hey there people, sorry about the long wait. I have been so busy between work and the play. Also, naturally, the second I do get a few minutes to write, my internet connection goes bye bye. Arggghhhh! Not only do the computers at work hate me, but so does the one I have at home! Many many thanks to all my lovely reviewers. Thank you so much! Also, many many thanks to my beta enb2004 who also has little to no time to spare. Love you girl! Anyway, here is Chapter Nineteen. Enjoy! Oh and by the way, please read my second A/N at the bottom of this Chapter once your done reading. Trust me, it's important.

It twas during the middle of the night when Estel started to moan. Elladan and Elrohir were both fast asleep, their eyes nearly closed due to exhaustion. Even with Estel starting to stir, they did not awaken.

Estel's consciousness was very slow in returning. The first thing that he was aware of was that he was in tremendous pain and that his chest hurt more than the rest of him for some reason.

"Valar, what has happened to me this time," he thought, his eyes still closed. As his senses returned, he became aware of the fact that he was lying in bed, and that there was someone in the room with him.

For a few moments, Estel struggled to open his eyes, but his body did not feel like obeying his commands.

Sighing inwardly, he relaxed and tried to fall back into the comforting blackness where there was no pain. There was something that was bothering him however. Something that he knew he should remember which was preventing him from falling into darkness once more.

It was someone, someone with long blonde hair and blue... LEGOLAS!

With Legolas's name, came the memories of everything that happened. The last thing that Estel could remember was the battle with the orcs and that Legolas was hurt. How badly, he could not seem to recall.

Estel's eyes flew open immediately and he instantly recognized that he was in the healing wing at home. Legolas! He had to find out if Legolas was all right. He would not be able to rest until he knew.

As Estel struggled to sit up, he caught sight of his twin brothers sleeping in chairs right besides his bed, as they always did when he was injured of ill.

Despite his worry for Legolas, the sight warmed his heart and reminded him that he was loved very much, despite his trouble making tendencies.

Slowly, Estel sat up in bed and winced as his ribs protested his movements. He took a deep breathe to try to help ease the pain, but soon found that to be a grave miscalculation as he broke off into a violent coughing fit.

He fell back onto the bed wearily after the coughing fit was over. The coughing fit had alerted him to the fact that he was ill and he was now beginning to feel it. His chest felt tight and he knew that he had a slight fever from the way his mind was somewhat hazy, and he felt shaky as well.

He did not let his injuries or illness stop him however. He had to know if Legolas was all right. Normally, when he was injured, the elf wouldn't leave his side unless his father had demanded that Legolas get some rest.

If that was the case, then Legolas would be in the room right next door to the healing wing. Estel knew that he would not want to be far from his should he wake while Legolas was sleeping.

Gathering his resolve, Estel pushed himself upward. As he sat up, his head spun and he erupted into another violent coughing fit. He did not allow himself to fall back down onto the bed though. Instead, he swung his legs over the side and waited for the second dizzy spell to end.

Once it had, he slowly stood up and winced at the strain that put on his injuries. "Ada will kill me if he finds out that I'm up in this condition," he thought.

It mattered not though. He would gladly be lectured for being out of bed to soon if it met that he knew Legolas's condition, good or ill.

Slowly, Estel started to take small steps towards the next room, sometimes needing to stop and lean against the wall for support as a dizzy spell overtook him for a moment.

Eventually, he was at Legolas's door. Just as he was about to enter, he started to have another violent coughing fit. Cursing the entire time, Estel dragged himself through the threshold as he continued to cough.

Through blurred vision, he could make out Legolas's form on the bed. Still coughing, Estel fell to the floor as yet another dizzy spell overtook him. "Legolas, mellon nin, wake up please," Estel gasped out as he once again started to cough.

Legolas groaned in his sleep, hearing the voice, but not wanting to respond to it.

"Mellon nin, I could really use your help," Estel gasped out between coughs.

At Estel's plea, Legolas began to register the familiar voice without consciously realized who's voice it was.

Groaning, Legolas allowed himself to wake up fully. Once he had, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the violent coughing coming from the floor.

Estel saw that Legolas had indeed woken up and smiled feebly up at him as he coughed.

"ESTEL! Why are you out of bed? Where are your brothers? How do you feel? Wait, never mind. Forget that I asked," Legolas said all at once while picking Estel up off the floor, making sure not to use his broken arm, and layed him down on the bed.

"Thanks," Estel croaked out.

"Honestly Estel, what am I going to do with you? You should not be out of bed in your condition. I am glad, however, to see you awake mellon nin. You gave us all quite the good scare when you wouldn't wake up and when your fever refused to go down," Legolas said, worry shinning in his eyes.

"I'm fine Legolas, just a little sick," Estel said softly.

"A little sick? FINE?! Estel, you truly are insane. You are anything but fine, and you, mellon nin, are very sick. You're just lucky that I'm not going to call your Adar in here. Speaking of which, just how did you get past your brothers?" Legolas asked curiously.

"They were sleeping," Estel said simply.

Legolas snorted. "Of course, and you just couldn't wake them and allow them to help you. Where were you going anyhow?" he asked.

"To see you. One of the last things I remembered was that you were injured," Estel said wearily. He was starting to lose the fight with exhaustion, though he tried to battle it away.

Legolas sighed in exasperation. "Only you Estel. You are in the far worse condition of the two of us. You are ill, you have many injuries that are only just starting to heal, and you were poisoned. But you still get out of bed to see if I'm all right- when all I have is a fractured arm!" he exclaimed.

Estel didn't reply however and Legolas saw that he had already fallen asleep.

"Stubborn human," he said fondly.

Legolas cautiously climbed into the bed next to Estel and laid his good hand upon Estel's chest. That way, he would awaken the second that Estel did or if Estel moved.

Before going back to sleep Legolas muttered one thing.

"Just wait until your brothers and your Ada see you in here. They're going to skin you alive Estel, and probably me as well," Legolas muttered before fallling fast asleep next to his sworn brother and the best friend that anyone could ever ask for.

Translations:
Ada: Dad/Daddy
Adar: Father
Mellon nin: My friend

A/N 2: Hey there people, it's me again. Sadly, both my LOTR fics are coming to an end, and I wanted to know which story you would like next. You can either tell me in a review or you can email me at Thanks! So, here are your two choices:

1) Estel and Greenleaf: Estel and Legolas meet for the first time in Imladris. All does not go as planned however when a simple horseback riding trip turns out to be anything but simple.

2) The Edge of a Knife: When Elrond finally lets Estel and Legolas out of his clutches after their latest misadventure, they head to Mirkwood with Legolas's father and two older brothers in tow. When they reach Mirkwood, they encounter a new guard that has only just recently joined the Mirkwood patrols. A guard that seems very familiar, yet not at the same time.

A/N 3: Interested? Hope so. See you in a few days!